The battle of the not so titans

A dust storm (or sandstorm in some contexts) is a meteorological phenomenon common on the Great Plains of North America, in Arabia, the Gobi Desert of Mongolia, the Taklamakan Desert of northwest China, the Sahara Desert of northern Africa, and other arid and semi-arid regions. Apparently, they also have them on Mars. Now, the Ellipse is not the Great Plains of North America or any of the aforementioned locations, including in fact, Mars, but nonetheless that did not prevent it from hosting some of the most unique playing environments ever witnessed by DC Stars. Locusts were not present on the fields last Sunday so it cannot be presumed that what was occurring was in anyway a sign of the apocalypse, but man was it dusty. Since this recapper can probably predict with some accuracy that our opponents have already submitted an account of the game boasting of their impressive 500 to nothing victory over DC Star’s perpetual lushes and underachievers, let us get to the point of this humble summary of last week’s annihilation. To be perfectly blunt: Runs with Scissors ate dust. And lots of it. Adam, Steve and Rich each made impressive contributions to the game, but even their awesome fielding could not revive it. Head Ref Mike finally had enough and suggested we end early to go to the bar. Later on, Tim and Kate saw a hooker on 13th street with really tight pink pants.